Will I be left on my own Will I become one of the unknown Who will visit my grave Cry, moan an grown Will I be left alone Will it be the price I pay Because of the way I lived my days and My sinning ways Who will visit my grave On the cloudy and rainy days Who will come and pray More then a minute will they stay Who will visit my grave A single flower they gave As I lay in my grave an decay Who will visit my grave on Sunday'sĀ Ā Will everyone stay away Leaving me all alone with my bones A man not well liked or known On my head stone This will be engraved Who will visit my grave